A car appeared at the opening of the street. It was quite an old car, a taxi whose display on the roof gave a busy signal.

There was something wrong though: taxis never travelled at that frantic speed, nor usually looked so massive...

The car was approaching fast, but not enough he couldn’t see, for quick instant, the scales that crossed the face of the person on the driving seat.

They were rebels.

They want to reach the two women, he ...